“I don’t want to walk away—” “Don’t,” she countered. “But I have to go back to work.” I dropped my voice and leaned in before adding, “I’m definitely not allowed to make out with guests, and if I don’t get inside to work, then I’m gonna be fucked six ways to Sunday.” “Oh.” “Are you going in?” I asked, nodding toward the line that was dwindling. Her teeth chewed the corner of her bottom lip again. I brushed my thumb along the rosy pout and tugged it free. White and red smeared across her mouth and chin from our kiss. “Yeah, that was the plan at least.” Her eyes shifted behind my shoulder, and
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